Khan and Monica exchanged simple salutes with the announcers before leaving the embassy. The hovering limousine was already waiting for them on one of the roofs, so they could set off immediately.
The limousine had all kinds of comforts, from darkened windows to a small fridge, but Monica could only think of lifting the curtain between the pilot and the passenger's seats. As soon as she established some privacy, she jumped next to Khan and took his left elbow in her arms.
"Someone is happy," Khan laughed as Monica curled on the seat to lie on his shoulder.
"We did it!" Monica exclaimed, and giggles followed.
"We indeed did it," Khan nodded, looking at the luxurious box on his lap. "Do you think they found out about our plan?"
"My plan," Monica corrected. "Well, I only bid on things I might realistically desire, and your knife should settle the rest."
